“After he knocked you out he came out of the bathroom. I ran in and saw you lying on the floor. I was worried you were dead! I lost it and ran up behind him and punched him in the back of the head. But he barely even flinched. He punched me in the stomach and I doubled over, and then he tackled me to the ground and…”. It was clear he didn’t want to finish the sentence. “Brad…I…I love you, too. Let’s get the hell out of here”. “When?” he asked, his sobbing and heavy breathing now slowing down as he stared deep into his sister’s eyes. “Tonight”.
To be continued…
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